this is a thing i feel she must see

I just love Cami’s foreshadowing
It’s not like I think Asriel is ever going back as a flower, for me this last episode showed exacly the contrary by how he cried for being comparated to how “Flowey” was
But at the same time, while our soulless “best friend” is not here anymore, we still see how his actions still influence the plot and that things BIG are coming from this
I’m attached to this series and anxious for the next episodes, its amusing, maybe I’m easily impressed person but I am not the only one that feel this way for Glitchtale, so I can say being 100% sure that Camila is a amazing writter
But while I want that much to see what come next, knowing how hard is to make THIS animation quality I must say she really deserves the rest she is taking right now
My praises Cami-chan! ^^

Edit: knowing Asriel’s powers are still awakening and he is already Asgore’s level fills you with determination

the moment in pride and prejudice (2005) dir joe wright when lizzie sees darcy walking towards her in the field and she turns in slow mo and ‘your hands are cold’ by dario marianelli swells is???? dare i say??? the most beautiful and pure moment ever captured on film?????

I'm disgusted

I honestly do not understand how Julie and the writers can be so okay with Bonnie’s character going seasons after seasons dealing with loss, torment, and hopelessness. What else does she have to endore for them to finally let her character be? When Elena comes back alive and she dies??
They had her grandma die, her mother and father killed, had her and Jeremy take turns dying to save one another, you had her be stuck in the prison world with Kai who hurt her, you had trapped alone in the prison world by herself where she almost KILLED HERSELF, You have her life linked to her “best friend” that if she wakes up at any point Bonnie DIES, you had Damon aka her best friend leave her and made her feel alone, and all the other things Bonnie endured in the 8 seasons of this show. Yet you have the one guy, the only guy that she really loved who was willing to TURN for her, to have a life with her they really did kill him off.
I don’t see how one can be okay with this?? How are they writing these storylines? They must be in their offices like “hmmmm how can we ruin Bonnie’s character this time? 🙃🙃🙃”
It’s disgusting and Bonnie deserves so much more! She deserves Happiness! She deserves Love!
WHY CAN’T THEY JUST LET HER HAVE THAT?!?!

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’
Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.07

{pt.01, pt.02, pt.03, pt.04, pt.05, pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre:???

Word Count: 4,883

~ Yes! This is the final chapter of Summer Boy. I just wanted to take a moment, once again, to thank anybody and everybody who had followed the story all the way to the end. You’re support has really pushed me into finishing the story, so thank you very much. Enjoy ♡


1:36am

“(Y/n)! Please wait!”

I grabbed what I could find of my clothing, it was difficult with the tears in my eyes and my shaking hands. With only my denim shorts on and the rest of my clothes pressed against my naked chest. Jungkook stood in front of me, trying to get my attention but I was desperate to run. I moved away as he tried to touch my shoulder and I walked around him with unclear words leaving my mouth. I went to reach for the door as he called out for me from behind but I was startled to see the door open by Taehyung. He was taken aback with shock as I pushed gently by passing him.

  “I just have to go.”


12:12pm

I woke up the next afternoon in my own bedroom. Embarrassed completely by the events of last night, I had made a total fool of myself in front of everybody. I had gotten straight home and into bed, my phone laid next to me dead and I got dressed as I put it to charge. I was lost in thought replaying the night in my head when I came to realize that the house was dead silent. I know it had to be at least 11 am and yet not a single noise could be heard in the house.

I stepped out of my room, going from wood to the cold tile on my feet, I looked down the hall into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being there but the faint smell of breakfast from probably hours ago. There were eggs on a plate with a slice of bread already cold that they must have left me. I had no appetite regardless, picked up the plate to clean it up. I suddenly remembered Coco agreeing to help the boys pack up last night during the cookout. The rest of the girls must have gone along to help. I was making my way back into my room when the back door opened loudly behind me

  “(Y/n)!?”

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we were staying in paris: kala and wolfgang headcanons

So normally I don’t write headcanons/fanfic because I much prefer reading other people’s work but I couldn’t get these out of my head so that must mean I need to write them down. And also because I’m feeling more upset than usual regarding The News.

  • Kala is excited to see all the sights and do all the tourist things with Wolfgang. Wolfie doesn’t care much where they go or what they see. He’s just so happy that he’s there, with Kala, in the flesh.
  • Wolfie gladly acts as Kala’s boyfriend photographer and takes all her photos as she poses by the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, the Notre-Dame Cathedral, the Louvre, and various other landmarks. He’s amused at her excitement and absolute wonder at seeing all these famous things and finds it so infectious.
  • Kala insists that Wolfie should also get his solo pictures at each place they visit because “don’t you want photos to remember this by” but he only wants his pictures taken if Kala is in them too.
  • They ask fellow tourists to take their pictures. In each one Wolfie never looks at the camera because he’s always looking at Kala as if he can’t believe she’s really there next to him, with his arm around her waist and her hand on his chest.
  • Kala gets her sweet tooth growing up with her dad Sanyam’s delicious desserts, so she’s eager to try all the French pastries. Her favorite is  mille-feuille. Wolfgang doesn’t like sweet things at all but is always down for their café. However, he never turns Kala down when she asks him to try her dessert of the moment.
  • Everywhere they go they are holding hands. Not just because it feels so good to be able to touch each other for real, but because they want people to know that they’re together and happy and in love.
  • Once they’re back in their flat, Kala enthusiastically shows the photos on her camera to the rest of the cluster, who all visit them at their place.
  • Nomi can’t help but laugh at Wolfgang never looking at the camera because he’s too busy being in awe of Kala. She teases Wolfie that “you look like you’re in the presence of a goddess" to which he unashamedly replies, “Well, it’s true.” Kala blushes like crazy.
My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.


He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.


Love, Youngmi

anonymous asked:

ok so this is probably stupid but: how do i avoid confusion (with pronouns and stuff) when writing a scene with two characters of the same gender? i'm trying to write a romantic bit with two girls and it's always "she said" "she replied" "she smiled" etc and it gets confusing even for me lol. thanks a lot!!!💖

Not stupid at all! This is a problem I have too because I don’t want to keep using their names!

The trick, I’ve found is variety. There are three main ways to establish who’s talking to who!

1. Body Language/direction! The lovely thing about writing two characters in close contact is that you get to use their placement as identifiers!

She slid her hands into the other woman’s hair.  “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said. Her hands found the edge of a shirt and slipped underneath to bare skin. “So much.”

She drew her head to her shoulder, fingers still rubbing over the silky strands. The fingers at her back were tracing the scars there, sending pleasant shivers up her spine. “We won’t have to be apart again. Ever again.”

It’s still a little muddy (partly from not having named them before this example), but I’ve given each woman a clear action. One has her hands in the other’s hair, the other has her hands on the other’s back. Be careful to put the action WITH the person doing it. If Character A is petting someone’s hair AND speaking, those go in the same paragraph. As soon as Character B does anything, that’s a new paragraph.

Action goes with dialogue, that’s a key rule to avoid confusion!

2. Limited Point of View: There are two types of third person POV (he said/she said) that I work with: limited and omniscient. When you want to use pronouns instead of names, it’s much easier to use limited since, at that point, the other characters are defined by how one character perceives them. It means that there is one “main character” and one “main character’s [blank\].” For example:

She slid her hands into her lover’s hair. “I missed you.”

Her lover wrapped her arms around her, relief plainly written on her face. “I missed you too. So much.”

She knew that she must look just as relieved as the other woman. She welcomed the skin contact and drew her lover closer. “We won’t have to be apart. Ever again.”

This helps the reader “tune in” to what’s happening through one character’s eyes. They know what Character A is feeling/thinking/seeing, so they know that any “she” they’re commenting on is not the “main character.”

3. Repeated Description. This one is useful, but use it sparingly! Readers don’t like things repeated too often because it makes your work drag. Think of repeated description as a rule of three– if you use it more than three times in scene for one character, it’s probably too many times.

Green eyes traced over warm, flushed skin and her hands moved to caress the dark hair of the woman in front of her. “I missed you.”

The dark-haired woman wrapped her arms around the other, her own hands worming their way past cloth to feel bare skin. She watched green eyes droop with pleasure and relief. She began to trace the scars under her palms. “I missed you too. So much.”

“We won’t have to be apart,” she promised. Her green eyes slid shut as she drew the dark-haired woman forward to rest against her shoulder. “Ever again.”

The benefit to repeated description? It sounds way more romance-y. The downsides to repeated description? At some point your readers begin to shout “We know she has dark hair! Her eyes are green! We get it!” So use it responsibly.


So here are the three main ways I try to differentiate characters! Let me know if you have any questions :) 

I start to regret everything that happened in January. I don’t want them anymore. You can keep all the memories, if it were even worth remembering for you—but do me a favor and please please please don’t get them mixed up with your other girls’.

This is all the goodbye I should’ve meant. The jealously are worth nothing. Go ahead and love her and watch me watch you unflinching. Let’s just highlight the whole pages and marked them nonsense. I had to admit I still try to find us sometimes in the ripped papers. [noted that it is ripped. noted that I shoved it down the fire now]

I start writing poetry again and I can listen to those songs now. I won’t let you ruin my favorite song. I won’t let you ruin this safe heaven. This is where I learn to put myself above the idea of you / of letting you go / of wishing you would just fucking come back. This where I stop romanticizing pain. This is where I stop scrubbing my skin with glass to dug you up. This to say: I let you hurt me—that shouldn’t have happened. I start to be honest to myself: you don’t love me. you left. that isn’t really the end of the world.

I stop praying for you lately. Go smoke all your feelings and then see me putting my care to some other people. He keep telling me wait till April. Wait till April. And I kept screaming WHAT? AND THEN WATCH HIM LEAVE? WATCH HIM GOT ME UNDONE AGAIN? WATCH ME TELL MYSELF: SEE? I TOLD YOU SO

This is in which she admits all her poetry is about you;
[IN WHICH I ADMIT LOVING YOU HAD BEEN PATHETIC / A WEAKNESS OF MINE]
in which she understands why she must
let go

and in which she knows sometimes writing poetry and letting go
is the same thing.

audinolol  asked:

companions react to a sole who's.... really not good at taking care of themselves but takes good care of their companion and is kinda self destructive and covers it up with jokes.

Cait: “Hey.” She catches their arm one day and turns them around to look at her. “I know you don’t give a fuck, right, but I do. If you go off and fuck yourself up, who’ve I got to keep me in line, hm? Take things a little more seriously. I… I know I’m not a good example of taking care of yourself, but think of it this way - whatever I’d do, don’t.”

Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I don’t know why you’d joke about such things.” He almost takes it as a capital offense, especially since its his job to look after them. “Missing meals is not amusing! You’ll lose weight, and in the Commonwealth you must understand that…” It’d be cute, if his genuine worry didn’t make Sole feel so damn guilty.

Curie: “Perhaps you could use a nurse, yes?” She’s tentative. She’s a doctor - she might not be able to diagnose the sickness, but she can see the symptoms. But she doesn’t want to make any rash judgments. Instead, she smiles at Sole’s jokes and gently suggests that perhaps they have something to eat, and relax a little? If Sole takes care of her, it’s only fair that she takes care of them.

Danse: “There’s something I was taught, in the military,” the paladin says sternly. “It’s all well and good to try and help your comrades. But you come first. You can’t be a war medic with a broken leg.” He plants his hands firmly on the table and looks them dead in the eye. “If you have a problem, we will deal with that problem. But I won’t see you sacrificing yourself for my sake.”

Deacon: It almost makes him uncomfortable. It’s too close to who he is. To what he is. Right down to his distrust of intimacy and two-handed finger guns. It’s a coin flip, to be honest. Heads, it’s too much for him to bear, and he leaves, with a wooden excuse neither of them believe. Tails, and Sole becomes the best friend he’s ever had, because they’re the one person who understands him.

Dogmeat: He might be a smart dog, but even he can’t fully understand what Sole’s dealing with - or rather, what they’re not dealing with. But he can always sense unhappiness, and he does his best to comfort Sole when they’re in a bad place, or just need a little friendship.

Hancock: Sole reminds him too much of how he was as a kid. All sass and ass and no thought for what people would do when he was gone. He’s never one to patronize or try to “teach” Sole anything, but he takes them under his wing. Passes on a few tips and tricks for when you fuck up a relationship or forget to bathe for a few weeks. He comes to think of them as part of his family.

Nick Valentine: He’s not the best at all that “human” stuff, either, though he at least has an excuse. He takes on the role of a father figure, trying to keep them on a schedule, or think of themselves as much as they think of their friends. “You think you’re helping me,” he says one day, frustrated. “But every day I see you destroy yourself - in whatever way - it hurts me just as bad.”

MacCready: At first, he doesn’t notice, mistaking their destruction for deprecation. But, over time, he gets worried. “H-Hey, uh. I don’t- I don’t know if you really want to hear this from me, but… When I see you, uh, not giving a shi- crap, about yourself, it looks bad on me, you know? Because I like you, but if you don’t like you… it feels like you’re putting me down for being your friend.”

Piper: Considering how much she looks up to Sole, it pains her to see their lackluster attempt at taking care of themselves. “Don’t you care?” she shouts, half-angry, half-sad. “You’re- You’re you! God, without you- where would I be? Where would everyone be?” She reaches and clasps Sole by the shoulders. “You matter. Now, start… acting like it, damn it.”

Preston: It’s hard to have high hopes about saving the Commonwealth with someone who gets anxiety whenever expectations are levied on them. “Sole, I…” He sighs, presses his lips together, and starts again. “As a soldier, I don’t think you’re ready to have others rely on you. But as your friend, it doesn’t matter where you are - in your head - or not. You can rely on me.”

Strong: There’s not much one can do or say to Strong to upset him. Recklessness in battle translates to fun, in Super Mutant. He doesn’t understand eating habits or relationship trouble. He’s just happy to stick by Sole’s side, blissful in his ignorance.

X6-88: “Sole.” He catches their hand, just as they’re about to do something stupid. “Being a bodyguard is made rather difficult when your charge  insists on finding danger where there is none.” He releases their hand. “You’re not saving yourself by giving into your fear, by becoming the person you think you are. You’re better than that. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

The Long Game

standalone; nc-17; smut & fluff; season 7; it’s pretty much PWP between two agents who are stupidly in love and probably mistakenly believe they have all the time in the world to be together. 

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She doesn’t kiss him when he gets off the plane, bleary-eyed and harassed, although she kind of wants to. Pissy Mulder with his grim little mouth is cute when it’s not directed at her or government conspiracies or poor nurses who have no clue why he’s shouting at them. He mutters some interesting curses while throwing bags around in the luggage claim and Scully watches him patiently, hands clasped behind her back. 

When he finally finds his bag he curses a little more, but his tone lifts, and when he swivels to see Scully standing behind him, his face goes soft and the tension drains from his body like air from a popped balloon.

“Scully,” he smiles. “Hi.” 

He is not a little bit shamed by his petulant display.

“Hi yourself,” Scully says. She reaches to smooth some wrinkles from his jacket, and his eyes follow her hands. “Let’s get out of here. There’s a whole lot of terrible Chinese takeout with our names on it.”

He doesn’t kiss her, either, but it’s pretty obvious he wants to.

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“Gone” Part 3

Read Part 1 here // Read Part 2 here 


Harry spent the next few days trying to go on as normal, now that y/n had simply disappeared from his life. Just like that. He couldn’t help but beat himself up any chance he got – the guilt of thinking this all happened because of him was too much.

Gemma offered that he could stay for a few days, let the tension settle, and then make his way back to his apartment.

 “Y/n said she’d be moving out anyway, right?” Gemma mentioned over tea the next morning, “Might be best to let her do that on her own and go back when she’s not there.”

Harry was stirring his tea aimlessly, the sugar most definitely dissolved at this point, “Guess that would be a good idea, yeah?” He wasn’t convinced, and wanted to home more than anything. 

“I think so. Especially after the way she called you like that,” Gemma started muttering to herself, “what a –“

“Hey,” Harry cut her off, voice stern, “I know she’s made some bad moves recently, but we all have, haven’t we?”

He was defensive and rightfully so – the wounds were too fresh for him to truly decide how he felt. He was hurt, yes, but there was still a big part of his heart that ached and wished for her to come back, let him love her again. Maybe if he went home, he could talk with her, face-to-face, fix this mess. Something.

 Anything.

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Silly man

So, I tried loves. My mom is still in the ICU but she is getting better. I hope to update more this coming month. ALSO. I have a comic con coming near me and TOM FELTON is gonna be there. So stoked! Anyways, enjoy.


“Now just to warn you, my brother is going to be there,” Newt explained as he and you were walking up the steps to his family’s house 

“and he’s very, well let’s just say persistent” you stop and stare at your Hufflepuff friend. 

“Newt, If I can handle some crazy magizoologist who risks his life every day and gives me Anxiety everytime he steps out of the apartment, I’m sure I can manage some egoistic man” you reply. 

Newt smiles at you and turns around. Newt walks up to the door and knocks. You noticed how tense he was and so you grab his hand to try to calm him down. 

It was a platonic thing you did but if you were honest, you wanted to do so much more than just hold hands. It was no secret that you had feelings for your best friend. 

Newt however, was too oblivious to notice anything. Or maybe he was just too caught up in his own feelings to notice yours. Newt was about to pull his hand away when the door opened. 

“Newton! so great to see you. I haven’t heard from you in ages,” his mother stood in front of the two of you, wide smile and warm demeanor.

 “Come in, and you must be Y/n” she says turning towards you. 

“it’s lovely to meet you Mrs. Scamander” you say politely. 

“It’s nice to meet you too” she replies. 

“Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable” she calls walking into another room. 

She returns with Newt’s dad next to her. 

“Nice to meet you Mr. Scamander” you say holding out your hand. 

His dad shook it and sat down across from you and Newt. You and his dad strike up a small conversation when a new presence enters the room. 

“Y/n, I would like you to meet Theseus, my brother” Newt says with a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

You stood up and walked over to him. 

“Lovely to meet you Theseus” you say politly.

 “It’s my pleasure Y/n, my brother never said how stunning you are” Theseus says flashing a bright smile. You smile back, not wanting to be rude. Unfortunately, you don’t notice Newts jaw clenching. 

“I’d love to get to know you better Y/n” Theseus says. He puts his hand on your arm and leaves it there a bit too long. You give him an awkward smile before moving away from him. 

“Um, sure” you reply. You turn around and look at Newt. He is looking at the ground and clenching his hands. 

“Newt, would you like to come with us?” you ask, hoping he would say yes. 

“Oh I’m sure my brother would be fine on his own. Maybe he can go visit the hippogriffs” Theseus cuts in before Newt even opens his mouth. 

Theseus takes you hand and leads you outside. Newt is boiling with rage at this point. How dare his brother comes and steals you away, looking at you like nothing but an object. 

Newt stomps his way over to the counter and pours some firewhiskey. He chugs it all and stares with discontent at the door. 

“Newt, you’re going to explode the door if you keep looking at it that way”. Newt turns around and sees his mother. 

“Mum!” Newt yelps in surprise. 

“Newt, would you like to visit the hippogriffs. They always did make you feel better when you were a kid” She says. 

She looks at her son with concern. She always knew that Newt felt inadequate to his brother. She loves both her sons equally but couldn’t help but hurt for Newt. 

“I guess” Newt mumbles. 

He walks out to the enclosures and sees some hippogriffs. 

“Hello there lovelies. It’s me Newt. I’ve missed you” Newt coos. 

He takes time brushing and feeding each one. He feels at home, in his element. he almost forgets why he was upset. 

He walks back into his house covered in feathers and some dirt. He has a dopey little smile on his face. He walks over to his mother and hugs her. 

“Thank you mum, this is exactly what I needed” he whispers. 

“Hey, Y/n I know we just met but, I am entranced by your beauty. Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” Theseus asks. Newt’s face falls and his anger returns. Before you could answer Newt walks over to you. 

“Theseus. Can I speak to you. Please.” Newt says dangerously low. He practically drags Theseus from the couch to the hallway. You follow them but stay behind the wall. 

“What’s your problem little bro?” Theseus asks. 

“My problem is that you always take everything I love away” Newt growls. 

“Really Newt? Still so childish. Thought you would have learned. You take what you want” Theseus scoffs back. You begin to turn a crimson red from anger and embarrassment. 

“Theseus you have known about my crush on Y/n for years now! How dare you come in and try to charm you way into a date only to break their heart” Newt practically yells. 

You peak your head around the corner and see Newt seething with rage and his hand clenched. Ready to punch. 

“Newt! Don’t hurt him” you squeak out. Newt whips around and stares in horror. 

“Y-Y/N! I um, I can explain um” Newt begins. 

“Newt…” you say softly. 

Before you could say anything else Newt bolts. He runs out the back door towards the hippogriffs. You quickly chase after him. You take a step bback when you enter the hippogriff barn. 

It was so, well, so Newt. It was outdoories but had a sense of comfort. Hell it even looked like Newt’s case. You hear mumbling come from one of the stables. 

You slowly walk over, careful not to disturb any of the hippogriffs. You look in and see Newt sitting next to a baby and its mom. He is holding the baby and brushing its feathers. 

“Hey” you say. 

Newt looks up and so does the mother. You bow and keep eye contact with the mom. It soon bows back and lets you closer. 

“Newt, why did you run out on me?” you ask, staring at the baby. 

“Because i made a complete fool out of myself” Newt murmurs. 

“No, you didn’t Newt” you tell him. You two sit in silence for a bit. The baby hops towards you and you stroke its back. 

“Did you mean what you said? That you love me?” you ask breaking the silence. 

“No.” Newt answers quickly. 

Your face falls and your heart drops. Newt looks over and frowns at your expression. 

“oh” was all you could manage out. 

“Well, isn’t that what you wanted to hear? I mean my brother is far superior in most aspects.” Newt says with his head down. You scoot closer and bring your lips to his cheek. 

“Newton you are a silly man. I’ve had feelings for you for years” you whispered in his ear. Newt bolts up and scares a couple of fwoopers in the rafters. 

“P-Pardon?” He stutters out. You roll your eyes and stand up. 

“You would think someone as smart and handsome and amazing as yourself could see how much I am in love with you” you say. 

You aren’t sure where the sudden confidence is coming from but you’ve been waiting to say this for ages. A giddy, childlike smile makes its way onto Newts face. 

“Do you mean it?” Newt asks. 

“Of course I do” you peck his nose before taking his hand and leading him out of the barn. 

Newt is too shocked to say anything. Before you could enter the house Newt spins you around and slams his lips onto yours. 

“I love you so much. I can’t believe you actually feel the same way” Newt giggles out. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring your faces close. 

“You silly little Magizoologist. How could I not fall for you?” you reply. Newt’s eyes are filled with joy as you enter the house. 

“Thank you so much mum for having us but, I think it’s time we go.” Newt says. You and Newt leave hand and hand, this time as lovers. 

However, you both missTheseus in the corner with a hidden smirk on his face. 

“Bout time they got together, don’t you think” he says looking at his parents. 


Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]


Part 2 - Fooling everyone

Baz

Penny is staring between me and Snow, trying to figure out why the hell we’re sitting together.

She decides to sit beside him, before asking in a hushed tone, “care to tell me what’s going on? Agatha told me that this morning she saw the two of you holding hands? And, in fact, everyone has been talking about it the whole morning.”

“Uh… Penny, I’m- I’m sorry I should have told you…” Simon starts saying, clearly struggling to find a way to tell her.

I look at him, with my eyebrow raised. Think about the money Snow, come on, you already started this, don’t go back.

Snow is blushing already, just like this morning, when he held my hand the whole way down to class. As expected, everyone kept staring at us, but I couldn’t care less. Finally, I have an excuse to keep him close to me, to fucking touch him. It’s worth all the money.

“As of last night, we’re dating” I tell her. It’s too painful to see him trying to find the right thing to say. Besides, I don’t want to give him any chance to blow this thing up so soon.

Penny stares at him like she’s trying to read his mind, and Snow doesn’t say a word. He’s just letting her come to her conclusions. “Is this really real?” She finally asks.

Snow gently grabs my hand and laces our fingers. Fuck, I still can’t believe this is actually happening. I feel like I must be dreaming. “Yeah… It just, sort of happened?” He says, and gives me one of his smiles, the fucker. I just want to kiss him.

“To be fair, I always wondered if all this fighting between the two of you was something more. I guess I was right.” she tells us, like it’s not a big deal.

Aleister Crowley, Penny, his best friend, thought that this could be an actual thing? Fucking unbelievable, and stupid Snow is looking at her, like what she just said didn’t make any sense.

I squeeze his hand and he looks at me.“She knows and it’s not a big deal, you can relax now.“

I know that he was worried about her, out of everyone, her opinion is what matters most to him. When she gives him a smile before getting up to grab some food, I can see his shoulders relax.

If we can fool Penny this easily, we won’t have a problem fooling anyone else.

I still can’t believe he agreed to this, and I don’t know how long it will last, but I will make the most of it.


(see my snowbaz fic masterlist)

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: People interpreting On My Own as an unrequited love song are completely missing the point of the entire song, not to mention Eponine's character. Why do they do this why must I see this all the time? The point of the song is flat out her saying that she's not in love with Marius at all, but rather the IDEA of being with Marius ffs. It has nothing to do with unrequited love. She's basically saying "I have nothing to live for and I'm lonely af so it looks like my fantasies are the only thing keeping me alive at this point." Eponine is in no way a simple victim of unrequited love, she's a victim of shitty circumstances and abuse who feels like NO ONE loves her and when this guy was nice to her she attached herself to him despite not ACTUALLY being in love with him at all. Fuck unrequited love, the love was never there, and THAT is what makes Eponine such a tragic character.
With You By My Side - Ten (finale)

A/N: FINAL part you guys.. Thank you so much for sticking with me trough this series.  You are all amazing! And I’m sorry….. Shout out to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: ALL THE FUCKING ANGST. Character death. Entire part is Jensen’s POV

Worcount: 1660

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by the-tres-geckos

JENSEN’S POV.

It had been a week since we came home from the hospital. The first couple of days she had been fine, moving around in the house, watching movies with me on the couch, but on day four we had to move everything down to the guest room since she was no longer able to climb the stairs. Yesterday she didn’t manage to get out of bed at all, and the doctors are now talking hours, maybe a day.

As I sit by the breakfast table, alone, I call my mom to let her know what’s going on. We don’t talk for long because dad are already packing their bags. He had loaded them in the car before we hang up. My parents love (YN), they always have. I still remember the lecture my mom gave me after I brought (YN) to Dallas for the first time.

“She’s special to you, Jensen. I can tell by the way you look at her and how she looks at you. You should just tell her how you feel now so that you can start your lives together, I guarantee you’re going to regret it if you don’t.”

The all too familiar lump forms in my throat as I replay her words in my head. I know that my mind should be here, in the present, that I should savor every moment we have left, but it’s hard not to dwell on all the things we’ve missed out on in the past, and the things we will miss out on in the future. I shoot a quick text to Jared, telling him that she’s nearing the end of her life, letting him know that if they want to say goodbye they should probably come over soon.

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on another note LOOK AT MY BOYS

it always makes me so happy to see them, even if briefly, especially walking together like this!!

i find really cute that guan shan is lowkey worrying about jian yi, i need them to become friends so badly!! but im laughing so much at he tian asking ‘do you miss him’, like CHILL SON HE’S NOT GONNA DROP YOU FOR JIAN YI [listen i know this was mainly for comic value, but im here for he tian being jealous and worrying that guan shan is going to like others more than him because you know the boy has abandonment issues]

also i love that girl’s shocked face in the background of the first panel, seeing he tian - one of the most popular and beloved guys in the school - walking together with guan shan - who is considered a delinquent and is disliked by a lot of the other students - must come as a surprise for everyone. i still really wish we could get a chapter where this gets explored a bit more, or at least where we could see the consequences of he tian’s fight with she li when it comes to he tian’s reputation, i feel like that would be very interesting and it could also make he tian and guan shan’s relationship move one step forward (we’re not gonna get it, but a girl can dream)

anonymous asked:

What's the other evidence of werewolf nicole?

Alright, so, ‘evidence’ is kind of a strong word. It’s more just, I don’t know, hints? Anyway, here’s what I’ve got. 

When Nicole is first introduced, she’s really just a love interest for Waverly. Run of the mill cop, nothing unusual. 

Then she gets attacked by Jack the Ripper. She died on site and had to be resuscitated. The amount of blood all over her car was… a lot of blood. Her hand was heavily wrapped, and she was bad off enough that Nedley didn’t even want Dolls talking to her. 

Next episode, she’s fine. Not only fine, but back on duty, no bandages, no evidence of pain. Completely, 100% like nothing even happened to her. This could be the show just poofing away her storyline since she’s still just a background character at this point, but maybe not. (Keep in mind, it wasn’t just a cut on the hand. She died in the woods. And she lost a lot of blood.)

Not only is she fine, but she is convinced enough of supernatural things happening that she writes an official police report about it. Plus the woman that she’s been super into since day one is trying to talk to her about them possibly dating, and she can only think about the strange shit that’s been happening in Purgatory. All from a few foggy memories with Jack the Ripper when she was majorly injured and bleeding? I feel like she must be experiencing something else, in addition to just that. Maybe she just doesn’t understand what yet.

The next time we see her, she’s rolling around on the couch in Nedley’s office with Waverly. Not exactly an activity for someone who just nearly died. It doesn’t seem to bother her. 

The other thing about Nicole is how aware she is of everything around her. Now, this could be police training. She’s really good at her job. She sees Willa walking into the barn. She hears Wynonna crossing the hallway at the station in time to break apart from Waverly and keep them from being outed. She hears Wynonna walking up the stairs at the Homestead when Waverly clearly does not. (It’s interesting, too, that these all get a little more difficult to detect as time goes on. Willa was right there, Wynonna crossing the hall would have been a little more subtle, and then Wynonna coming up the stairs with the door shut was harder still.)

She also knows that something is very different with Waverly. Now, I wrote a whole treatise on why this could just be Nicole being Nicole, so I don’t think it’s evidence on its own. I’m just saying. Heightened sense of smell and taste. 

Nicole gets shot, and in 2x01, she’s still too bruised for Waverly to get physical with her, but in the very next episode, she’s lifting Waverly and tossing her around like a sack of sexy potatoes with no problems whatsoever. What’s it been? A day? Two days? The bruising from a bullet to the chest is totally gone.

Oh, and also, she bolts all of the time. Now, maybe this is out of respect for Waverly’s privacy - it’s usually when a sister needs her - but there was one time when the show went out of it’s way to show us that it was clearly a full moon. What if she’s bolting when something agitates her and she has to get out of there right then to keep whatever’s happening to her at bay. She clearly loves Waverly more than the fricking sun, and I don’t think she has a history of running. I think it makes more sense that she’s dealing with something on her own that doesn’t have anything to do with Waverly. In fact, it would kind of be a nice storyline parallel for Waverly and Nicole to both be dealing with the fact that they’re changing and trying to do it alone when the one person who could understand and help them through it is sitting right beside them the whole time. 

I’m not saying it’s fact that Nicole Haught is a werewolf. I’m just saying I won’t be surprised in the slightest if suddenly she looks at Waverly one day and says, “You need to get out of here. Now.” And then Waverly is face to face with a very wolfy girlfriend. 

4x01 Recap - Echoes (The 100)

Alright folks, it’s time. My show has returned, and I am throwing myself back on this ride with wild abandon.

I’m adopting my Discussapalooza style from here on out. Which is to say that this recap is going to be very long. If there are any sections that you’d like me to pull out and post seperately, let me know. Otherwise, you have been warned - I like to go in depth.

We ready? LET’S GO.

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